Inscrutable

When letters are jumbled and words are tangled
In the safe place nobody has ever been
When phrases are not connected and sentences are wrong
In the dangerous place of the things unseen

I hear trees, I hear wind, but I don’t mind
I see light, I see colors, but I don’t care
I feel pain, I feel movements, but I don’t business
I sense, I sense, I sense nothing at all

Clearly, I have been fooled
And I am bothered because this is not cool
Still things are not properly arranged
In this space where beasts and saints are placed.